Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Traveling, not caring, not paying attention.When all look around, all is dark and blearyNo maps in site, no stars or moon to point the way. Clouds overhead, darkness surroundingand now stuck, stuck until there's more lightor for the engine to start again

No one knows whyno one paid attentionall remember the signs pointing the waybut no one spoke up to correct the routethe assumption was that it was correctthat they would get there on time

but now, they're stucklamenting missed opportunitiesthose they could have knownthings they could have donenow stuck in the dark in a starless night

Hope against hope, or denial of positionbut either way they're stuckand they all wonder whywhy they did not heedwhy they stayed the coursewhy they didn't listento even the still small voice

Their sense of loss sinks intheir hope and joy waneshope soon fadesbecomes as dark as the night

they want to hope but they can'tthe desire is lost to move onto dig themselves outthey wonder why even gothey know they must continuethough the motivation is found lacking

despair kicks inadvice falls on deaf earsthey hope against hope that they can arrivebut do nothing to reach their goal

They wish it weren't soanger, disappointment, rageat only themselves

their hope is as dark as the sky around themthe desire, their motivation goneThey know they mustnecessity pushes them to keep at itthough barely succeeds at that

They hope for a sun lit dayto see the rising of the sunand go on their waywhich is all they hope for

They know it ought not bother themthey know they shouldn't lose hopethey know they shouldn't despairbut they do.

too ashamed to ask for helptoo prideful to confide in othersthey just let it stew in themwhile pretending all is wellto those would lend a shoulder